Lonely Memories - SAW 2010 - 48

Another song about my Grandmother who passed earlier this year. This was suppose to be the juxtaposition of sadness with good memories but I think I failed pretty thoroughly in that effort. But at least it was somewhat cathartic.






I saw a bird up in the trees
I couldn’t help but think of you
Up on your shelf, all those figurines
Always watching after you

Lonely memories, Feeling alone
I feel lost without you
Lonely memories brings tears to my eyes
Whenever I think about you

Your beautiful smile would light up the room
I never met a gentler soul
Your gentle touch wiped my tears away
Your tender kiss made me whole

Lonely memories, Feeling alone
I feel lost without you
Lonely memories brings tears to my eyes
Whenever I think about you

I try to sleep, I close my eyes
But I’m still awake with the sun
With the daylight it’s easy to see
My placid front has come undone

Lonely memories, Feeling alone
I feel lost without you
Lonely memories brings tears to my eyes
Whenever I think about you

Empty Bottle, Empty Man - SAW 2010 - 47

Sharon Goldman over at The Songwriting Scene Blog posted a challenge to write a song about, referencing or inspired by the word 'cheese.'
Eventually this song kind of plopped itself down in front of me and of course I couldn't help but put the reference in there.






I'll never be beautiful
I'll never be a pretty man
I've done some things sorrowful
(That) not even I can understand

Sometimes I feel like old Swiss cheese
With all these holes in me
I know it's gone, a missing piece
I just don't know what it could be

I am a man with an empty bottle
I want my life back again
So here I stand with an empty bottle
with this bottle I have been
An empty man

Why can't you see I'm a different man
I've pulled myself off the floor
I've given it up, can't you understand?
I'm not like that anymore

I am a man with an empty bottle
I want my life back again
So here I stand with an empty bottle
with this bottle I have been
An empty man

What can I be without that bottle?
What can I be without that glass?
I've lived my life full throttle
Now my brakes are locked up, I'm out of gas

Your Breath On My Skin - SAW 2010 - 46

Challenged to use the line 'turkey baster on the nightstand' by the creative giant that is Nancy Rost, I have this song to show for it. This is song 46 out of 52 in my Song A Week endeavor.





I get so excited when you
Look into my eyes late at night
I wanna hold you so close that you
Know that I will love you till it's light

I can feel your breath on my skin
You know that it drives me insane
And you know it tickles madly
But you'll never hear me complain

I get so excited when you
Tie me up next to the bedpost
We take turns just to see who can
Make the other beg and plead the most

I see the twinkle in your eye
And know that you have a sneaky plan
You let me see the lotion and the
Turkey baster on the nightstand

You don't call it torture
You say it's just a game we play
I obey your orders
You're the boss if only for the day

A Wounded Heart - SAW 2010 - 45

It didn't start out this way, but here is a song for Mary Kate Letourneau.





She says that she never wanted
To be living this way
Can’t you see that it’s true love
What else can she say?

And now she has to go away

She packed her bags, she has to leave
And now she’s saying goodbye
She’ll miss the kids and the school
She’s been living a lie

And now she has to go away

She tries to hide and lick her wounds
But she’s torn apart
She suffers from a wounded heart
A promise told has been betrayed
She knew it from the start
They left her with a wounded heart

Eighty months goes by to slow
When you’re still in love
She can’t wait until she’s out
Life can be so tough

And now she has to go away

Chorus

He was on thirteen years of age
When they first became engaged

Chorus

Hacksaw Legs - SAW 2010 - 44

Almost to sleep about a week ago and the wife started snuggling, which is perhaps my most favorite thing in the whole world. Just as I was getting to sleep I suddenly sat upright in bed with a song idea and had to write it down. You'll never guess where I got the idea.
Sorry, Honey. But I told you I was gonna write about it.





You ask me if I'm ready
To come and sleep in your bed
I love your smile, the way you wink at me
I wanna kiss your pretty little head

But when I try to lay down with you
I feel pain when I'm in your bed
You say you only shave every week or two
And I'm tired of your hacksaw legs

I love the way you look at me
With that twinkle in your eye
You hold my hand and whisper sweetly
I love that you will always be mine

You ask me if I'll come with you
You wanna go into our bedroom
But there's one thing I want you to do
Something you can't do too soon